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The might of the train
it demands one’s attetion
like a crying child.

Windows glazed with fog
the trian vibrates on the tracks
as my tickets’s checked

I’m red with anger
my heart is blue with passion
that makes me purple

Being different is
a common fear. but for some
it’s what sets them free

I locked myself out
while I heard my radio
playing “What a fool”

My meds aren’t working
the nerve block is wearing off
and she doesn’t care

Classic rejection
it’s not you, it’s me says she
but she lies says I

It’s a numinous
encounter to talk to her
OK, not really

Love’s a crazy game
where you win or lose their heart …
forced to play for keeps

Love can make someone
do things that crack cocaine can’t …
it’s a leathal drug